The second part of the archive of parchments publishing the Ragnarssons' reactions to situations proposed by you guys!
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Author's Notes | I hope you like it, love! Sorry for taking so long :(
Info | Vikjing Age AU, requested by anon. Sequel to Unexpected III
⁑ Warnings: Religious conflict, mentions to human sacrifice and heathen practices.
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Bjorn has to admit he wasn't really expecting this reaction coming from his children. Now that he understands their fear, it is easier to be more comprehensive. He would come into their room not pretending he didn't hear them but sitting beside them and explaining everything.
"Your sister is my child now. She may not be my blood, but she's in my heart as much as any of you. She won't be on that altar unless she decides she wants to."
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Ubbe easily understands their fear. He would come into their room and embrace his sons, looking into their eyes, gently cupping their faces as he speaks.
"You have nothing to fear. I would never do such a thing. Your sister is safe, and so are you."
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Hvitserk would be ready to be more serious since it is not the first time it happens. But the sound of his sons' scared voices ends up soothing his heart.
"I won't sacrifice any of you! Your sister included, boys. Forget about her past: she's my daughter, as much as any of you guys, uh?"
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Sigurd once again leans into his teaching side, coming into the room to comfort his children's hearts with wise words.
"I told you last time, boys: no one goes there unwillingly. Your sister is our family! It doesn't matter where she came from. She's my daughter, and I do not intend to hurt her or allow anyone to do so. Now keep yourselves calm, uh? There is nothing to fear."
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Ivar giggles, entering the room. He's surprised, almost astonished now that he's able to understand what is really happening. It is not his daughter's Christianity influencing his children but their own childish fears, speaking louder than the reason in their minds.
"Little ones... Don't fill yourself with fear! Didn't I take your sister into our home? Didn't I tell you she's your sister? Who cares about who bore her? She's mine. My princess. My gift from the gods. They gave her to me, and I have no intentions to give her back at all!"
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